The Musafir
An Irreverent Armament
MANTAN had successfully bounced off 500 Magic Throws in just less than half a day. He did it after a short sleep. It was truly beyond his expectations that could only bash 100 to 200 Magic Throws.
The Magic Throw that the Spells made for everything was a trapping throw.
A new mantle came out of his room to distill and boil the lontar. He asked for more spices that amounted to many times the amount before, then restarted the course of refining from the beginning.
Those soldiers—even if they have been bullied to the shame of half-death—t keep offering help to Mantingan. They could not see Mantingan tired of working while they just sat looking at him.
The mantel receives the aid with open arms. Be they cooperate in the course of the distillation. However, in the business of concocting and rooting, it remains the Mantingan who takes the job.
In the night it managed to create a thousand Magic Throws that had been broken.
In the middle of the night the soldiers held a dinner together which invited Mantingan to join. Mantingan thought there was no harm in accepting dinner invitations, besides his stomach asked to be filled with delicious food.
“Brother, thank you for coming.”
The mantle sat cross-legged with them. In the middle of them was dinner. “No problem, I should be thanking.”
The leader of the dinner party called for attention. “Eat tonight as a form of appreciation for ourselves who have worked hard all day, also to patch up our shame. And our most special guest is this warrior Brother whom we still do not know his name.”
The mantel laughed softly. “Call me Mantingan. I also thank you guys who helped me so much today.”
The soldiers cleared their throat several times, as a sign for Mantingan to explain also why he extinguished the entire lantern earlier last night.
“And that problem doesn't need you to think too much about. With you screaming in fear and crying, you prove yourself that you are still human. The real reason is that all human beings are created with sadness and fear. Don't you guys misunderstand me, I can cry too.”
“But Brother is a swordsman, where can possibly cry.” One of them shamelessly opened his voice.
Smiling coat. “I'm still human. Not demons. Crying and whining a little is not a big deal.”
The beginning of the dinner was filled with a lot of reflection. It is true that humans are created with sadness, pleasure, haru, fear, and anger. If any of it is forbidden to be used, for what did He create it?
Crying is fine, but do not be too late to forget everything. Pleased may be, as long as not to get late and forget everything.
“Already, I came here for dinner, not to talk.”
The words of the spell managed to resuscitate them. Dinner will be held soon.
***
A few days passed with almost the same activities, but there is no boredom as long as Mantingan keep lecturing spreading the value of affection.
Already 10,000 Magic Throws that successfully made and ready to use Mantings. That much amount is still considered less, so the Mantingan asked for more money. Lontar, which originally only amounted to 2,000, continued to be added up to 15,000 lontars.
Along with that, the city walls had been repaired. However, the buildings located on the outskirts of the city were still not repaired at least until the assault was defeated.
Discussing the assault on the city, the signs are increasingly visible. Some were caught off guard as enemy spies, others escaped.
Those black warriors are not afraid of death. They hold the basic principle of shortness, that being killed is far more honorable than dying of disease or age.
The war officer still did not put his trust in the Mantingan, he still alerted his best soldiers to keep an eye on Mantingan.
Currently Mantingan out of his room and chose to bounce back on the terrace, being constantly in the room managed to make him bored. Mantingan wants to meet the warm sun and the wind again.
Just then a swordsman came out onto the terrace while whistling lightly.
“Is the stockpile of medicines in the city adequate to deal with attacks?” The soldier asked the soldier.
“Do not medicine, Brother Man, our weaponry is inadequate. We lack arrows, broken spears, which are just lewd. Currently the community works together to make spears and arrows for the army. But the officer was worried that, when the attack came, the weaponry was still lacking enough to deal with it."
Manten exhaling. “Does Sunda City not stall for help?”
“Sunda is still desperate, we have to utilize our own strength to fight the black flow.”
The more worrisome mantingan is actually not this city, but other cities that are under threat of attack as well.
If here a Mantingan could still help a lot, what about there? Is there a good-natured swordsman holding out his sword to help?
Mantingan finally decided to postpone the casting today. He will meet warriors who hide in the dense settlements of the city. Mantingan felt their existence from the first day he came to this city.
“Please tell my friends, I want to go to the settlement.”
“For what, Brother?”
“The reason will be known by yourself later.” The thin smiling mantle. “You can come or stay. If you really want to keep an eye on me then follow, but not more than two people.”
“I understand, Brother Man.” The soldier stepped inside the house, while the Mantingan completed his final throw for today.
***
In the courtyard, Mantingan tied the sword on his back then turned to face the two warriors who would escort him into the settlement.
“I ask you not to show disgust for the slightest item. I don't want the townspeople to look badly at you. Understand?”
“Ready and understandable.”
The coat nodded once before turning back its body. His feet began to carry themselves out of the territory of his residence.
The mantant need not worry about leaving behind the Magic Throw he had made. In his residence was installed dozens of throwing trappers, even in his room was installed sirep throw. He did not need to fear the enemy spies taking or destroying the throws he had worked so hard to make.
His coat and two soldiers did not take long to reach the dense settlement. Before actually entering, Mantingan said to the two soldiers beside him.
“For me to easily call you, now mention your name.”
They smiled awkwardly when they realized that none of the soldiers had introduced themselves to Mantingan.
“My name is Darma.”
“I Putu.”
